Nov 1 09: Tsunami
November 1, 2009 § 7 Comments
While waiting for the Poetic Asides server repair (it’s up now, and the prompt just posted), I wrote. Thanks to Calliope, the poem works for the prompt, which asks us to write about entering something new.
The ashy touch of autumn light wakes me. Years flood the room. Will my bed float, will its neglected ruffle rise to embrace me? Will the dusty blinds split, will the windows shatter so I can ride this swell? My ex clings to the mattress – I peel his fingers off as if he were an orange. My father releases his grip and body surfs – twisting, strong, now gone. I wave them both good-bye; the swell recedes and a shimmering sari remains. I slip it on: I am a fragrant conch. I am a beached starfish. I am an ancient shell. The cottonwoods moan with the wind.